Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair? 
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a [bad word] love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt 
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground).
Without no seams nor needlework 
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain).
Then she'll be a [bad word] love of mine 
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).

Tell her to find me an acre of land 
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears).
Between salt water and the sea strands 
(soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
Then she'll be a [bad word] love of mine.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather 
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill).
And gather it all in a bunch of heather 
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten).
Then she'll be a [bad word] love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there,
she once was a [bad word] love of mine.